Sunday, February 24, 2008

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well, i've no idea what exactly is not right with you tonight. maybe you're just not in the mood to offer me comfort. but everytime something like that happens, you just cant put it (the anger or irritation) down to ask me what's wrong. i told you i was stressed, and you didnt even ask. i told you you'd have to ask before i can tell you more, i told you i needed multiple prompting, but, i dont know why, you always stop before you can ask a second or third time. you dont ask why. you just get pissed by me and my rattling. and you tell me you just cant tell me straight, so i'll just keep asking your what's wrong, till you tell me. but you dont. you just stop. somehow. maybe i'm just too irritating. maybe i'm just too hard to live with. maybe i'm just not good enough. i dont know. your first reaction after reading this (when you ever read this) might simply be anger, i dont know. cause that's most of the time the case. you dont explain yourself, you dont clarify things, you just get angry with me being unhappy with you. so be it baby. i wont burden you with my stress level or unhappiness over losing your scent already. wait till you're ready to accept my way of handling my unhappiness, and till then i'll know. cause you'll start asking.

谁懂我多么不舍得
太爱了
所以我
没有哭
没有说

i'm sorry. good night.
`missing youu at 10:48 PM.